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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.