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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
CMW,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.