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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.