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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.