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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.