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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.