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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.