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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.