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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Smiths to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.