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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Malaria! 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Visage,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.