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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.