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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Scion,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.