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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.