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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.