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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
ABC,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.