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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.