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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.