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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.