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 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.