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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.