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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.