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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.