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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Pagans,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.