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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.