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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Motorama 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.