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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.