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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.