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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.