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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.