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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.