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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Echospace,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.