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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Pole,
The Remains,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.