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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.