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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.