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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.