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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.