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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.