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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.