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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.