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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.