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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 World's Most to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.