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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.