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 South and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
10cc,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.