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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Television,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.