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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.