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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.