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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.