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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
DNA,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.