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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
The Associates,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.