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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.