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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.