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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Ituana 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.