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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.