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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.