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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.