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 Mali 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.