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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.