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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.