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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.