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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.