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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.