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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.