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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.