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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.