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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Sparks,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.