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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
MDC,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.