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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.