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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.