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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.