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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.