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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Kayak,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.