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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.