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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.