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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.