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 North and from Edmonton.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.