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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.