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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.