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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.