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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.