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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Index,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.