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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.