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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.