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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Ten City,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.