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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.