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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
PIL,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.