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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manila and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.