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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.