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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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 Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.