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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.