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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.