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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.