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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.