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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
X-101,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.