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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Swans,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Faust,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.