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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
DNA,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.