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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.