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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.