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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.