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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.