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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Index,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Q65,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.