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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Crime,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.