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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.