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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Subhumans 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.