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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.