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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.