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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.