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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.