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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Negative Approach 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Saints,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.