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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Magma,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.