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 Gambia and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
New Order,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.