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 France and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.