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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Y Pants 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.