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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.