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 Mauritius 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.