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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Organ,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.