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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.