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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.