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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.