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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.