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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.