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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.