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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.