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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
ABC,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.