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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Technova,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.