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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.