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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.