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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.