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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.