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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.