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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.