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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
June Days,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.