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 Portugal and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.