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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Q65,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.