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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.