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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.