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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Saints,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.