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 Iraq 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.