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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.