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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
ABC,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.