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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.