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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.