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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.