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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.