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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.