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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.