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 Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.