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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.