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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.