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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.