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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.