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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Intrusion,
JFA,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.