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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.