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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.