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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Chrome,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.