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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.