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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.