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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.