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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.