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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Can,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.