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 Belize and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.