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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.