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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.