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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.