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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.