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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Organ,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.