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 India and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Skarface,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.