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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Motorama,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.