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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.