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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.