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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
JFA,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.