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 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
The Names,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.