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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.