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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.