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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.