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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
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Second Layer,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.