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 France and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Victims,
Nico,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
X-101,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.