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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.