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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
the Association,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.