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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.