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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Nico,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.