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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.