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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.