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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.