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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.