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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.