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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.