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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.