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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.