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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Main Source,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.