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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.