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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.