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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
DNA,
JFA,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.