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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.