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 Micronesia 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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.