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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.