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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Skriet,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.