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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.