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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.