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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.