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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.