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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.