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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.