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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.