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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Can,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.