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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.