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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Pole,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.