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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Scion,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.