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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.