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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.