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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.