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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.