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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.