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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.