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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.