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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.