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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.