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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Crime,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.