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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.