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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
cv313,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.