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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Darondo,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.