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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.