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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Faust,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.