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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.