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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 chamberlin 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.