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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.