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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Can,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.