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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.