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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ultravox,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.