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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.