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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.