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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.