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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.