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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.