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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.