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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 United States of America,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Smog,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.