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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.