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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.