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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.