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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
the Association,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.