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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.