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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.