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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.