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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.