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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.