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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.