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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.