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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.