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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.