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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Motions 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.