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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.