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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.