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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.