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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.