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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.