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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Scion,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.