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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Ossler,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.