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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.