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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.