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 Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear 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.