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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Shoche,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.