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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Deakin,
DNA,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.