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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.