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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 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 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 Magazine to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.