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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.