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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.