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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.