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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.