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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.