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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Slave,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.