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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.