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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.