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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.