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 Malawi and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.