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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.