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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Skriet,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.