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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.