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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.