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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.