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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Smog,
Technova,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.