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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.