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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.