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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
John Cale,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
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.