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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.