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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.