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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Little Man,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.