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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.