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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.