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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.