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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.