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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.