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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.