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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.