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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.