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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
DNA,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.