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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Leaves to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.