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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.