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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.