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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.