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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Gong,
Swans,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.