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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.