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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Lyres,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.