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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Television,
Wire,
Shoche,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
the Association,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.