Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.