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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp 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 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.