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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
June Days,
Jandek,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.