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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.