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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pylon to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Can,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.