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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Make Up,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.