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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Infiniti,
MC5,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.