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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Smog,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.