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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.