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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.