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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.