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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.