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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.