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 London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
CMW,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.