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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.