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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.