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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Association to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.