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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.