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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.