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 South Africa 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.