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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.