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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.