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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.