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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.