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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.