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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.