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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.