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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.