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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Wire,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.