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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.