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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.