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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.