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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.