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 Bahamas 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.