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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.