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 Afghanistan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.