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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.