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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.