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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.