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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.