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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.