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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.