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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.