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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.