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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.