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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Chrome,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.