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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.