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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.