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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Skarface 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 punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.