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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.