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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.