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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Ronan,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.