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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.