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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.