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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.