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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.