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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.