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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.