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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.