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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.