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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.