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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Index,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.