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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
June Days,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.