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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.