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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Crime,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.