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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.