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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.