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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.