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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.