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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Faust,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.