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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.