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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.