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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
UT,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.