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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.