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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale 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?
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.