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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.