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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.