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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.