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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.