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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.