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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.