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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.