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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.