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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.