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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.