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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.