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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.