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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.