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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Pole,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.