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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lalann to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.