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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.