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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.