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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.