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 Iraq and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.