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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Hashim,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.