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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
The Human League,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Index,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.