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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.