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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.