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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Magma,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.