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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.