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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Magazine,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.