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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
June Days,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.