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 Swaziland 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Pole,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Brick,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.