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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.