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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.