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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.