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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.