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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.