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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Can,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.