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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.