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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.