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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.