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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Move,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.