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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
The Index,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.