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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Cameo,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.