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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.