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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.