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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.