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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.