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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.