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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.