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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.