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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Brick,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.