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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Ronan,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.