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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.