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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 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 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Standells,
Pole,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.