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 Lille.
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 Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.