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 Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.