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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.