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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.