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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.