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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.