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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.