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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.