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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Mars,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.