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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.