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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.