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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.