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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Pagans to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Index,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.