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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.