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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.