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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.