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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.