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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Franke,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.