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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.