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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.