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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
This Heat,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.