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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.