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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Mars,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
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.