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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.