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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.