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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.