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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.