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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.