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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.