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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.