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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.