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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Scion,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.