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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.