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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.