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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Ludus,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.