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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.