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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.