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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Index,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.