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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
The Associates,
X-102,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.