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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.