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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Fall,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.