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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.