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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.