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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
MC5,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.