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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.