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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
UT,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.