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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.