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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Quantec,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.