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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.