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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.