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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.