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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.