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 Congo 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.