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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
MC5,
June of 44,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.