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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.