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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
X-102,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.