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 Chile 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Echospace,
CMW,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.