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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.