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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.