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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.