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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.