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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.