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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.