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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Skarface,
PIL,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.