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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Pagans,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.