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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.