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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.