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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.