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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
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.