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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.