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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.