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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.