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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.