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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Pole,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Wings,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.