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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.