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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.