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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.