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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.