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 Niger and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.