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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.