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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Ronan,
June Days,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.