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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.