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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.