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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.